POLAND: The Joys of Private Enterprise

On Sept. 24, 1955, Stanislaw Lopuszynski walked into the office of a Warsaw
doctor and complained of a pain in his head. He had good reason to complain:
there was a bullet in his skull. After the slug was removed, police came to
Lopuszynskrs bedside and patiently reconstructed his movements of the
few previous days. Lopuszynski remembered driving near Cracow with a
friend named Wladyslaw Mazurkiewicz after a night of heavy drinking. A loud
explosion had suddenly awakened him from a snooze. "It's nothing," his
companion had said. "I just wanted to scare...